Lily Ukrainka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, desperation! Walkin’ in, I’d be like, “That’s a mighty fine stench ya got there!”—total Basterds line! *Nanny laugh* HAAAAA! Prolly why I’d never visit—too prissy for that funk! But ya gotta admit, it’s a hoot thinkin’ ‘bout it—dames dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, livin’ raw! Whaddya think, huh? Wild, wild world!

General background

Lesia Ukrainka was born on February 25, , in Ukraine to a literary family. Her parents gravitated towards the intellectual side of Ukrainian society.

Grab my guitar, head out. I’m feeling all artsy, you know? Gonna hit up the park by the Dnipro River. It’s a vibe there, especially when the sun’s shining. But first, I need coffee. Like, life juice, ya know? So I swing by this little café on Haharina Street. The barista, she’s cool, but she’s got this weird obsession with cats. I mean, who doesn’t love cats? But she’s got cat stickers everywhere. I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just coffee.”

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